Gone From Me: Hearts of the South, Book 10 (22 page)

“That’s sweet.” She smiled and hefted her bag onto her shoulder. “You can give me a rain check for a day when the case I’m working isn’t completely heartbreaking.”

“Yeah.” He came around the car and took the bag, letting it hang with the gift bag. “I need a shower.”

“Me too.” She wrapped her arm around his waist and flipped through her key ring for the house key. He draped his free arm over her shoulders. “I’ll wash your back if you wash my hair.”

“Deal. But no shower sex.” He shuddered as she unlocked the door. “Not after the last time.”

Her soft smile warmed him. “I’d forgotten about that.”

“Because you’re not the one who ended up in the ER trying to explain to your sister how you came to need stitches after falling in the shower.”

Her gorgeous laugh filled the laundry room, and he laughed with her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. They needed this, needed the laughter and the physical contact after witnessing lives being destroyed today.

She stroked her palm down his spine. “Come on. I’ll meet you in the shower.”

Minutes later, hot water and her magic hands soaping and kneading the tight muscles in his back were well on their way to relaxing him. She rotated her thumbs into the knot at the base of his neck. “Did you go to therapy today?”

“I did.” He braced an arm against the shower wall and rested his eyes against it. “We talked about friends and support systems.”

With the handheld nozzle, she rinsed suds from his skin. “Vaughn says you were awesome managing the home-invasion scene.”

He smiled against the crook of his elbow. “She just couldn’t see how nervous I actually was.”

“Not at all. She said you looked and sounded a lot like your dad.” She leaned into him, arms around his waist, and he felt her answering smile against his shoulder blade. “A total hard ass.”

Laughter shook him. “She didn’t say that.”

“She did. It was priceless.” Amy’s soft laugh vibrated along his skin. “Then she asked if I got a bonus for working with Madeline.”

He turned and reached for the shower nozzle. She tilted her head back to let the water stream down her hair. He snagged her shampoo, and soon the mingled scents of coconut and hibiscus perfumed the steam around them. Enjoying the sweet intimacy of these private moments, he massaged the back of her skull. “You know you could ask Botine to assign you a different partner.”

“No.” Her sigh of pleasure hummed through him. More of the day’s stress fell away. “She’s smart and experienced, and I’m learning a lot from working with her. But oh, my word, Robert, she’s
difficult
.”

He chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair, letting the water wash away the suds. “And you’re strong enough to deal with her.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Honey, I know so.” He reached behind her to shut off the water. As he stepped from the shower, he grabbed a bath sheet and tugged her onto the bath mat with him. With gentle hands, he toweled the water from her hair and skin, and she swayed into him, arms about his neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair, she pulled his mouth down to hers.

He sank into the slow, easy kiss, the tip of her tongue dancing along his mouth before she nipped at his bottom lip. On a growling chuckle, he lifted her into him, and she wrapped her legs about his hips. He took advantage of the position to run his finger along the wet heat between her thighs.

She laughed against his mouth. “Vanity.”

“We’re fifteen feet from the bed.”

Her teeth found his earlobe. “Yes, but if you take me on the vanity, I can watch while you do it.”

“So that’s why I had to hang that heavy-ass mirror on the opposite wall.” Cradling her, he moved to the vanity. His arm ached, but he wanted this time with her more than he wanted relief.

“That is exactly why you had to hang that mirror.” Her voice breathless, she pointed over his shoulder as he settled her on the vanity and stepped between her thighs. “Look.”

He ran his hands up trembling thighs, letting his fingers linger and play over slick flesh until she strained against him. A glance over his shoulder revealed that the framed full-length mirror did indeed provide an excellent vantage point of the two of them, his naked ass framed by her knees and thighs.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your naughty side?” He delved a pair of fingers into her, and she rewarded him with a sultry moan.

“It’s been a while,” she murmured, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Too long.” He dropped his head to suckle at the vulnerable curve of her neck, her skin damp and smooth and warm.

“Maybe you should remind me.” Her impish whisper at his ear brought forth another chuckle, and he gripped her hips, pulling her into him as he joined their bodies. She gasped on his first thrust, scoring his shoulders again.

Her breathless laughter bubbled up between them, her gaze trained on the mirror, and he braced on his good arm, brushing damp hair away from her face with his other hand. “What’s so funny?”

“Not funny. Joyful.” She leaned back on her arms, the slight change in position intensifying the clasp of her body around his. Desire tightened her face, her gaze locked on his now, so he could see the love and joy in those brown eyes. “I didn’t realize how afraid I was that we’d never be like this again.”

The loving went on, slow and easy and overflowing with desire, building until she shattered in his arms on a soft cry and he spilled deep within her. He wrapped himself around her, his face buried in her hair. “I love you so damn much, Amy.”

“I love you too. Forever.” She sighed into his neck. “Three down, five to go. Six if we count the hallway.”

Irresistible laughter rumbled from his throat. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you love it.” She pinched the left cheek of his ass. “Listen, I have serious plans for you and that dining room table.”

“When my arm heals.” He kissed her and pulled back, before gently gathering her into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and set her on her feet by the bed. “I have something for you.”

“I thought you just gave it to me, quite well.” She pulled on her robe and perched on the edge of the bed. The robe slipped to reveal a bare shoulder.

With a smile, he sat beside her and handed her the gift bag. “Open it.”

She tore through the tissue paper in the bag with her usual enthusiasm over any gift. Brows drawn together in a quizzical frown, she held the emerald-green leather wallet aloft. “It’s a wallet.”

He planted his hand on the bed and rested his weight on his good arm. “Look inside.”

“Is it cash for shopping? Because technically that would be wood, which is the traditional gift for a fifth anniversary…” Her voice trailed away, and she stared at the half-empty pad of checks tucked inside, along with the register and a plastic rectangle, her lips slightly parted. “It’s our checkbook and debit card. You’re trusting me with the checking account.”

Shit, he’d royally screwed up. He straightened. “You’re right, it’s cheesy. Listen—”

“No. It’s perfect.” Wallet clutched to her chest, she dove for him and he caught her to him, her other arm wrapped around his neck. She pressed her mouth to his in a kiss so full of pure adoration it made his chest hurt.

He blinked hard, eyes burning, and forced a chuckle past the lump in his throat. “I went for jewelry too, in case I needed backup, but if this is perfect…”

“Uh, no. Jewelry is always good.” She leaned back, wiping tears from her lashes with a single finger. “Stop teasing, Rob.”

“Look who’s talking.” He cupped her head and pulled her close. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and retrieved his slacks from the floor. With the little velvet pouch in hand, he shook the ring out in his palm. The diamonds, set in an ultrathin gold band, glimmered in the dim light. He took her left hand in his and slid the ring next to her engagement and wedding bands.

“Oh.” Her voice was hushed and breathless. “It’s perfect too. Thank you, for both of them.”

“Thank you.” He smoothed her bangs from her face and trailed his finger down to the corner of her mouth. “For not giving up on me.”

She clung to his hand. “Never.”

He smiled, his heart wanting to come out of his chest with joy. “So, beach condo this weekend?”

His own joy was reflected in her sparkling eyes, plain for him to see. “Absolutely.”

* * * * *

Amy woke slowly, a delicious slide into awareness of fresh new sheets and a salt-laden breeze fluttering the gauzy curtains at the window. Rob’s clean, sporty scent clung to the pillow, and she pulled it closer, inhaling deeply. She blinked and opened her eyes. Early-morning sunlight filled the room, bouncing off the paint samples on the wall—various shades of teal and blue and gray. A flick of the curtain allowed her a glimpse of their new lounge chair, and between her legs, a distinctly feminine ache pulsed, a sensory memory of having him fill her over and over on that very chair.

She smiled into his pillow, well-being saturating her entire body. Every day he was stronger than he’d ever been before, and she found herself in the wonderful position of falling more and more in love with him all over again.

They were everything she’d never even realized she wanted.

Downstairs, the sliding glass door squeaked in its tracks, and moments later, running footsteps sounded on the stairs. She rolled, anticipating her first glimpse of him today. He came through the door, winded and sweaty. Yep, running on the beach.

She smiled. “Good morning.”

“Morning, babe.” He planted a hand on either side of her and leaned down to kiss her. A droplet of sweat splashed on her shoulder.

She held his mouth to hers a moment, breathing in salt and sea and masculinity, then levered away with a rueful laugh. “Rob, you smell.”

He rubbed his nose down her neck until his damp hair brushed her skin, and she squirmed. He laughed. “So come take a shower with me. Then I’ll take you to Shiner’s for breakfast to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” He’d already taken her to dinner the night before for a belated anniversary celebration.

“Life. You. Me.” He shrugged and punctuated the words with kisses. He smiled, green eyes lit with contentment, and touched his finger to the corner of her mouth. “Us.”

About the Author

How does an English teacher end up plotting murders? She uses her experiences as a cop’s wife to become a writer of romantic suspense! Linda Winfree lives in a quintessential small Georgia town with her husband and two children. By day, she teaches English/Language Arts and is an all-round education nerd; by night she pens sultry books full of murder and mayhem.

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Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, violence.

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